He was determined to meet for our first date soon and tried for brunch on Sunday. I explained I couldn't so he tried for the afternoon and then the evening before finally giving up. I commented that he was clearly not used to being told no! He text most of Sunday and then again Monday.
He had his work Christmas party that evening; a black tie sit down dinner. He wasn't looking forward to it, the party is a Monday night and he's been in work since 7am and will need to be in by 7am the next day.
Through the evening he sends a few texts then announces he is leaving the party. He vents his frustration that he can't see me soon and says he might just jump on a train to see me. I'm an hour out of the city so I laugh at him.
He sends a few more messages and then a photo of the train board at Clapham Junction which shows the last train of the evening to my town. I giggle and tell him he is silly. He then texts to say he is on the train...he lives in Fulham so it's odd he was even on that platform, he wouldn't surely?
The texts continue and a new picture comes through, it's the on board train information and it states its bound for my town. This is starting to feel a bit crazy, I wondered if maybe a friend was heading that way and he'd arranged to have pictures sent to him so be could use them to wind me up?
He continues to state his intention to see me, it's gone midnight so I am not totally believing him but just in case I say to get off at East Croydon. He says he won't and then says he wants to just see me even if it is brief. I'm having none of it but he goes on and on. He says its an adventure and I should just go with it. I tell him be is being very unfair...I still don't quite believe him but its niggling that he genuinely could be en route.
It's almost half past midnight now and he is still insisting he is coming. I tell him to get off at Gatwick and get a cab home or stay in a hotel. I try to make the point that this isn't my problem. He sends a picture of his business card to somehow show he's a "decent fellow" in his words; apparently being a hedge fund manager doesn't make you a serial killer. Hello...have you seen American Psycho?
He says he made a promise to himself not to waste anytime. He had some sad news on the weekend about a friend so he's decided to live a bit more. I explain that I feel like I am being guilted in to seeing him and that's not ok. He says its not like that and he has butterflies. He then says "oh god, I've messed up. I'm sleeping in a ditch aren't I?"
He sends a picture of a pin drop on a map which does indeed confirm he is just one train stop away. This is mental!! It's almost 1am!!
He calls me, it's the first time I hear his voice and my first thoughts are about how posh he is, its like taking a call from Prince Charles. He sounds freaked out...the long train ride has clearly taken the adrenelin rush away.
We talk for a bit and discuss his options. I don't know why but I say he can see me and then go. He is given my addresss which he immediately relays to the cab driver. Shit! I jump out of bed and put a bit of coverup and lipgloss on my unmade face. I was in bed naked so I pull on a pair of jeans with a belt and a fluffy jumper and I quickly tidy up.
He comes down the path and I open the door to let him in. It's 1.10am and I realise that as crazy as I think he is I am the mad cow letting a strange man in at this hour! I offer him a drink and make us both tea.
We sit and giggle away at what he has done. "I'm a trading geek who never does anything crazy, random or spontaneous," he announces. He then says its my fault, apparently I am fun and free spirited and this has encouraged him. I'm way out of my comfort zone I offer so its certainly not my doing.
We chat away until gone 3am just getting to know each other. I ask him what time he has work and he says 7am. I look at trains and see they will run again in 2 hours so I find myself offering for him to have a lie down for a couple of hours. He is happy with that idea so I book a cab for 5.20am and show him to his room.
His room for the night is mine. He suddenly susses that he is getting my bedroom and I am taking the spare and he says he feels really uncomfortable. He then comes in to the spare room and comes toward me, I put my hand out to stop him getting too close and he spins me and sits on the spare bed. "I am staying in here," he says. We argue; the debate being he is a guest in my house and will sleep where he is told. He then pulls me on to the bed and starts tickling me, I am giggling away and I forget this stranger only arrived a couple of hours ago!
He hugs me and starts to get sleepy. Go in the larger bed I say. He gets up and as I turn to lie down on the spare he grabs my hand and pulls me with him. We go in to the main bedroom and the play fighting continues, this time we add in pillows and hit each other with them until we collapse in to an exhausted heap laughing. He asks me to stay with him. I smooth his head and say, "until you sleep I will."
He gets sleepy and I start to think about leaving him to get a little sleep. He then suddenly sits up, grabs my face and kisses me. I am so sleep deprived it takes a moment to register. I find myself kissing him back and then he pulls me to him. We kiss and roll around on the bed. We then stop and laugh our heads off, "oh my god what are we doing?" I say. "I don't know, but I don't want it to stop,"he says.
The kissing continues, it's now 4.20am and this is truly nuts. He tells me that I am "smoking hot and really sexy" with "the most beautiful angelic face." I smile not really knowing what to say to that. He then adds "you've blown me away." I am starting to feel blown away myself.
I tell him to get some rest and make it clear sleeping with each other is not an option. He starts to discuss when he can see me again and suddenly he's lining up further dates, not just one but three! I tell him he should sleep and he say he wants to but he can't stop kissing me.
We kiss more and its great, he pauses only to tell me how attractive he finds me and how he knows he is going to enjoy me in bed when the time comes and then my alarm goes off, wow it's 5 am!!
I get him up and organise towels, I run downstairs to make him a coffee. He has not slept all night and he looks tired now. The taxi calls to say they are outside at 5.18am and we have our kiss goodbye. I shut the door behind him and start laughing, it all feels surreal. I could go back to bed but I am wired.
At 5.30am it sinks in what actually happened and I am surprised at myself. It's going to be so hard to explain this to friends. I text a few of them goodnight yesterday and since then I have effectively had a date!
The day is painful after no sleep but I'm doing ok. Wall Street texts to say how horrible a journey it was and how in need of sleep he is. He then texts to say he is leaving lunchtime and coming back?! What?
He does what he says, tired and sleep deprived be takes a train away from the city to come to see me. He arrives in a cab and I let him in. He opts for tea again and we sit and chat. He is exhausted and I wonder why he has come to see me again. He is a little grumpy and as we chat and I giggle away we seem like strangers again, I am upbeat even though I haven't slept and he is almost comatose.
The chat we have starts to show the difference between my giggly silly humour and enjoyments to his overly serious, 'look at me in a grown up job' ways. He is too serious and a little stuck up.
He falls asleep and then awakens suddenly. I ask if he is ok and he leans forward and kisses me. The kiss is good but he gets very excited, his kissing is firm and he is pressing himself to me. His body starts to tremble. I like to think I can make a man weak, who wouldn't but actually seeing it is a little different. That level of excitement and trembling over this kiss just didn't feel right. Maybe it was because I wasn't trembling?
I talk him in to getting a cab and making his way back home. "You need your own bed," I advise. Cab booked I tell him that he has made me laugh so much and I loved our random encounter but without the spontaneity and craziness of that situation I didn't think we were right for each other. He looked disappointed, kissed my cheek and said goodbye. I checked he made it home ok which he did.
If he hadnt have come back that afternoon I would have definitely wanted to see him again but seeing someone look vulnerable and being a bit grumpy at such an early stage is not fun. I need a man not a child!
Two days passed and he's back. His text simply says "I'm seeing you again."
